Poetry Of
Walter Stuck
Gentle Companion
Chosen yet not by choice, solitary paths have I.
From a distance you called and I never fully understood
Apprehensive that you would, desert me if I dared to surrender.
O most precious flower that not in solitude can dwell.
Transforming the very core of those fusing themselves with you.
Ceaselessly have I yearned for your caress,
for your voice sounded so sweet, whole.
Yet I feared to heed your call, be one with you.
There are so many cloaking themselves
with your splendor that vanishes when touched.
Unlike you. Brightest in the darkness.
Like a mother cradling her new-born child.
How I long for your embrace. Your gentle ways.
Crowned with immortality. Total unison forever.
Someday I shall find your hiding place
concealed among the distant stars.
Joy
Today I saw the lilac bloom
blossoms burst open wide.
Their fragrance like incense rose
brilliant colors, purple white.
What splendor when Your Glory
descends on joyous wings.
Beholding such wondrous beauty
O how my heart in joy did sing.
For You carve each pedal's symmetry
give life infinite love,
Voice to every singing creature
virgin-color to the dove.
Radiant hues to the rainbow, crimson
to the velvet rose;
Shelter beneath Love's wings all
seeking Your repose.
Love
Before the tabernacle's gentle sheen
two children stand.
A thorned crimson rose, a palm leaf green
rests within each tiny hand.
A gift to the Omnipotent God, for raising
what the foe makes quickly fall.
Soothing the sharpness of the thorn that
pierces, blessing each drop of blood from all.
That Love imbues itself ever so gently within
each heart, by His command unseen.
Veiling itself beneath the cloak of the
fragrant palm leaf's wondrous green.
Mary Magdalen
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining in a special manner.
For its gentle glow touched Him who is the Creator of all things.
The earth rejoiced. The flowers cast their radiance upon the Lord.
Jesus had been invited to the house of a rich Pharisee named "Simon."
When the Master entered the dwelling, Simon omitted the customary
courtesies and attentions usually given to a guest.
No water for His weary feet, no kiss of welcome.
No perfume for His hair as it was the custom.
Just a gesture for Him, indicating a vacant place at the table.
Then she walked in. A sinner. What had brought her to this house?
She knew she would not be welcomed by most. She was ashamed.
She did not dare to brush back her hair from her face.
Yet she believed in love. In forgiveness. She knelt down before Jesus,
and from her eye a tear began to fall upon our Saviour's feet.
What joy this act of repentance gave to our Lord.
Then her tears started to flow. Within them were all the sorrows that
her heart contained. That she had offended Him, He who is all good.
She took out of her pocket a bottle of precious ointment,
and she gently rubbed it on Jesus' feet. What care she took,
how her whole being rejoiced to be near Him whom she believed
to be the Saviour.
She looked up into the Master's eyes, and she saw something she had
never seen before. "Unconditional love." She felt a touch within her
heart, physically. It would remain with her until the end of her days.
She was not the same person anymore. Ever so gently she wiped our
Lord's feet with her hair. How she longed that the moment would last forever.
Once more she looked at Him, the Creator of all things, and she rose.
"Go and sin no more." She was His now, He who loved her infinitely.
Quietly she left, her heart aflame with love.
Prince of Peace
What gift is this O gentle Shepherd
that you to us mere mortals send,
A joy so sweet, a mere fragment ignites a flame.
Touched the coldest heart cannot help but to repent
Making him who so proudly strides yearn not to be the same.
What heart is this who knows no other manner but to love,
Compels the eagle to take flight by means of a most gentle dove.
Claim uncreated Love all fashioned by Your wondrous hands, return
Transform the tarnished within the crucible of Love's sacred fire.
Unveiled Love's countenance infinite splendor into hearts shall burn
Until on wings unbound ascends what far too long was captive by desire.
The Soul
Descending from the hall of souls
mortal bondage it must bear.
In fear of vain strength of the world
its destiny now to prepare.
Weak as the autumn-broken leaf
adrift in its afflictions, a moan
Its pain touches the gentle Master's heart
a fiery flame begins to hone.
What hardship, labour to endure,
for the exalted must be humbled first
To quench its yet unknown longing, unceasing
yearning, deepest thirst.
Until in utter poverty and bare, disdain for all
things mortal, pure the heart
Cannot bear exist alone exiled from
its Beloved be apart;
Will now its life lay down for Him, so
cruelly slain, not count the cost.
Its only quest the Master's wishes to fulfill
henceforth no soul be lost.
Search
Why Sol so brilliant once, now cloaked so pale
The song-birds voice so sad, muted in the misty air.
The new-born Spring breeze now an angry gale
Each maiden's smiling countenance no longer fair.
Yet I can hear my heart proclaim each mortal must
A captive be, until again transformed to dust.
Then only shall he, and that alone by loving grace
Eternally behold what so longed for, cast his gaze
In endless joy adore, behold His Maker's sacred face.
Who Am I Lord
I stand beneath a cloud
most bright,
from it shines forth
a wondrous light;
A fire, seething, burning
that robs me of my sight.
Yet its presence is my soul's
utmost delight!
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